When I was eighteen, I asked my mother's friend Marie if she wanted to see me naked. For a long time I blamed it on the fact that she had served me a fortified wine. (I don't know the name of the wine.) Really I was an idiot. The thing is that that embarrassing anecdote was just the start, there's a second part of the story. Several years later it led to something else. My name is Emil and during my late teens, I had more than one time been told that I was cute, which made me think that I looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. The compliments gave me self-esteem and confidence.
I suddenly felt like a star and thought that my appearance could catch everyone's attention. With this new belief in the back of my mind, I became convinced that I could impress my mother's friend Marie. I began to put extra effort into my appearance when she was around, meticulously fixing my hair and choosing clothes that I thought were both stylish and trendy. Every time I knew Marie was coming to visit, I tried to make excuses to be in the same room as her, hoping that she would notice me and be impressed by my youthful appearance and charm.
One summer evening I was with my parents at Marie's house. We had been invited to dinner and the atmosphere was warm and relaxed, for the older one - I guess. I don't remember what meal Marie had served on the porch, but we four sat around the table in the cold evening air. After dinner, Marie went into the kitchen to prepare dessert.
Then my dad, a doctor, was called to the hospital and mom stayed in the house to help Marie. Participating in the adult conversation inside the kitchen didn't appeal, so I offered to stay outside and keep an eye on the table. It was an excuse to have a moment to myself and enjoy the quiet evening.
A moment later, Marie returned alone, and we remained on the porch, still alone, with the gentle summer breeze sweeping past us. "I love this dessert wine with this cheese." she said, "you should try." I did try, sipped on the glass, actually sipped a lot and soon it was empty, but I didn't experience anything fantastic. The taste didn't live up to her words. Marie understood and said: "Maybe you're too young to appreciate the pleasures at the food table".
Here it went wrong. I had drunk before, but apparently I didn't have any real tolerance. After just one glass I got lost walking home, that's how bad it was. But that is going ahead of events, or really focusing on the wrong part of the events. Dad was gone, mom, I had no idea what she was doing. When Marie used the word "pleasure" and dinner table, like there were other places in her house for other types of pleasures, I remembered a thought I had had, namely that if women like naked men only a quarter as much as we like naked women, it was obvious that Marie wanted to see me, a "cute" young boy, naked. It was stupid and naive. "Marie, do you want to see me naked?"
Marie showed her white teeth as she laughed at me. Women so often laugh when sex is mentioned. She laughed with her whole face, with her narrow eyebrows and with her green eyes. Perhaps you could say she laughed with her whole body, the body I had been turned on from the very beginning. Then she said the line I never understood: "That's the sweetest thing I have heard in a long time, but I have to decline." She giggled.
Locky for me, it was never brought up again and I didn't see much of her. That said, since that day she knew that I liked to be dominated by older women. She knew that was the reason why I, her friend's son Emil, had wanted to show his young, hard cock in the first place.
Now we make a leap in time to eight years later. It was an autumn day Marie rang my doorbell. I was shocked when I opened the door. She was casually leaning against the door frame with a digital camera around her neck. After some standard greetings phrases, her eyes lit up and she smiled an enigmatic smile: "Emil, I'm going to give you an opportunity to do something fun with me."
She entered my apartment without asking permission and looked around. "No, your apartment is not suitable, you can come with me". I obeyed, and we went out to her car. She drove and I sat silent in the passage seat. At her house, she told me to sit down. "I have a boss, a female boss who happened to see a picture of you" I didn't answer so she continued.
"You see the boss said you were 'cute, does he have a girlfriend?' 'I said 'no'. 'Does he have a big cock'. 'Huh?' I replied in surprise. 'If he's single I would have fucked him,' she said. So I joked with her 'You want to know what his dick looks like? Do you want to see a picture?', "Yes," she answered, "and now I want you to do your best." She seemed really disappointed when I told her I didn't have a photo to show.
"You mean..." I began.
